Upholding the illusion of normalcy since 1979...

Super quick post! Am off to Auckland for the weekend (erm, that’s the biggest city in NZ) to catch up with husbands brother, brother’s wife and their child, as they are visiting for nine days from France (husband’s brother plays professional rugby). Is it a bad thing that I am more excited about staying with our gay friends and going out partying tomorrow night than catching up with family I haven’t seen in six months? (Having just realised the people most likely to read this will only simply enable and encourage me to party… The scenery will be delightful!)

 Also today I became even more appreciative of my family and upbringing. My mum was a seamstress, and used to work in hospitality, and I was introduced to gay men at the age of 14. She had a lot of friends. She also used to make clothes for drag queens and transvestites. (And seeing them in suits at her funeral was weird beyond belief!) My dad, brother and husband have all flatted with gay men. I also have an Indonesian “sister” who lived in my family for a year. She’s Muslim. She’s currently doing research for her PhD on aid distribution after natural disasters (her and her family were affected by the Boxing Day tsunami in 2005). So, I consider myself a very tolerant person. However, sometimes my workmates are jerks. Or maybe it is just this week. But I am sick of hearing gay jokes and religious jokes and now everyone is walking around me on tenter-hooks because I snapped at them and told them they weren’t funny. And considering the gay guy who has the cubicle next to me wasn’t taking offence maybe I overreacted a bit. Hmm… or I am feeling old. Or at least old in comparison to them. So today I am being intolerant towards young, ignorant, immature workmates.

 Well, that sucked. I went from being all excited to complaining about my workmates.

 *goes to find funny fluffy H/D drabble to improve mood*